You make your own assumptions of the way that I must be,
You draw your own conclusions from the paperwork you see,
I’m just a diagnosis, you’ve seen it all before,
I see you are surprised when I walk in through your door.
I look just like you, did that take you by surprise?
I won’t just sit here, I will challenge any lies,
I won’t hold back in expressing how I feel,
You’ll see that I’m genuine, you’ll see that I am real.
You start the conversation in that old familiar tone,
It seems the only voice you hear is the sound of your own,
It seems you are surprised when you see I’ve thought it through,
Articulated answers are the only kind I can do.
You tell me that it’s just another symptom you expect,
You say the medication isn’t working yet,
What you do not realise and what you don’t seem to see,
I’m the only expert in the room when it comes to me.
I have my education and I’m sure that you can tell,
I’m not what you expected for you thought you knew me well,
You’d seen my “type” before but you didn’t think that I,
Would stand up for myself or even look you in the eye.
I’m not afraid to tell you in the most “appropriate” way,
I don’t need to scream for you to hear just what I say,
The only thing I ask is that you do understand,
My opinion counts as well, not just what you demand.
When you look in the mirror I hope that you might see,
The reflection staring back at you is similar to me,
We’re really not that different and the point I want to make,
You give me your advice but it’s your own you need to take!